Chapter 83 Happiness is also a necessity of life
Dean Zhang is in her early sixties, wears black-rimmed glasses, is of medium build, has an upright posture, and has shoulder-length short hair with a few strands of silver hair peeking out from among her black hair. Time has left faint traces on her face, but it has not changed the tranquility and kindness she exudes.
Zhang Mo got out of the car and, without even saying hello to Dean Zhang, quickly arranged for the driver to start unloading the goods.
She knew that Dean Zhang was always reluctant to spend money on the children, so she had to act first and inform him later before he could speak.
Sure enough, seeing boxes of imported fruit being unloaded, Dean Zhang panicked: "Momo, what are you doing? How many times have I told you not to waste money! Take it back and return it!"
Zhang Mo didn't care about any of that. She casually opened a box of cherries and distributed them to the children who had gathered around: "Remember to wash them before eating. Oh, and whoever helps me move the suitcase from the trunk to the guest room, I'll give them a separate reward later."
"Thank you, Sister Mo!" The children swarmed around Zhang Mo and her two suitcases. Those who managed to grab them were overjoyed, while those who didn't weren't discouraged. They ran off laughing and giggling, going inside to call their friends.
The Qiushan Orphanage wasn't large; if a child shouted from the first floor, everyone in the building could hear it.
The main building of the orphanage is a slightly old but dignified four-story building, and the mottled walls show the hardships it has endured.
Zhang Mo thought: I'll find a renovation team after the New Year.
Dean Zhang said with concern, "You work hard to earn money..."
Zhang Mo said, half-jokingly, "Dean, you're wrong. With my grades and school, if I don't even have an easy time making money, then who in all of China does?"
Dean Zhang: "..." Something felt off, but he didn't know how to refute it.
"Oh dear." Zhang Mo clung to Dean Zhang's arm like a spoiled child, affectionately pulling her into the house. Then she started making up stories, trying to get away with it. "These things aren't expensive, and they're all daily necessities. Dean, you know I work in the internet industry, you know online shopping, right? It's so cheap, it's all just a penny."
Dean Zhang didn't understand these high-tech things; her phone was even an old-fashioned model. She could only ask in confusion as Zhang Mo pulled her inside, "Really?"
However, staying away from the internet is good, at least Dean Zhang is unaware of the big fuss Zhang Mo caused online.
"Really, really," Zhang Mo said confidently.
During this time, the children inside the house passed by them one by one, running happily towards the yard like cheerful little birds.
A few people were in wheelchairs, so they moved slowly. Soon, other helpful children grabbed the handles from behind and pushed them at breakneck speed into the yard.
This is how most orphanages are, consisting of healthy girls and unhealthy boys. It's even difficult to tell which group is more pitiful.
Just as Zhang Mo was holding Dean Zhang's hand and talking as they walked towards the office on the second floor, she said, "Yes, yes, Dean, don't worry. My heart is doing quite well lately. I met an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor who prescribed medicine for me, and I'll be better soon."
Suddenly, a deafening, incredibly excited scream erupted from inside the courtyard!
Dean Zhang, having cared for children for decades, immediately recognized that this was definitely not the kind of reaction children would have when they see ordinary fruit!
"You must have bought something reckless again!" Dean Zhang glared at Zhang Mo, let go of her hand, and strode into the yard.
Zhang Mo followed slowly behind, feigning innocence as she said, "No~ no~".
When Dean Zhang hurried downstairs and entered the courtyard, the scene before her eyes stunned her.
Because in front of her were 20 neatly arranged boxes of fireworks.
By the way, there might be more than 20 boxes, because it looks like the driver hasn't finished unloading them yet.
Dean Zhang was utterly shocked: "This is what you called daily necessities?"
However, some children had already opened a box of sparklers. Even without lighting them, the children were still very excited. They waved their sparklers as if they possessed the most precious treasures in the world, and ran around the yard happily.
Bright, joyful laughter filled the entire courtyard.
Zhang Mo walked over and, seeing this happy scene, felt a warm current welling up in her heart. She gently rested her head on Dean Zhang's shoulder and whispered, "Why isn't happiness a necessity of life?"
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After exchanging pleasantries, Zhang Mo easily made her way to the rightmost guest room on the third floor.
Her two suitcases were already placed at the door, and two little girls, around 10 years old, were squatting next to her, looking at her expectantly. They were the two lucky girls who had just snatched the suitcases.
Zhang Mo knew very well about the two girls' situation; they attended a boarding primary school and could only come back occasionally.
Then Zhang Mo asked a classic, rather cliché question: "Are you two on winter break? How were your final grades?"
"Hehehe." Faced with a question from a top student, the two girls stuck out their tongues, smiled but didn't answer, deciding not to humiliate themselves.
Zhang Mo smiled and shook her head: "Alright, I won't ask you that anymore. Open the door. I still have gifts in my suitcase."
"Wow~" One of the girls quickly took out the key, opened the door, and placed it on the bedside table.
The guest room wasn't big, only about ten square meters. There was a bunk bed against the wall.
The sheets and blankets were clearly new, looking fluffy and soft.
There was also a small, fan-shaped heater next to the bed.
"The dean said that Sister Mo is not in good health, and that this should be given to you alone."
Zhang Mo remembered this machine; she had used it when she was a child. It was probably over ten years old, and she wondered how it could be so durable and still be intact.
The weather in W city is extremely unpredictable; it's hot in summer and cold in winter.
The Qiushan Orphanage had no heating, making bathing a real ordeal every winter. So, Director Zhang bought a heater for the children to use during bath time.
Because we were worried that water would get into the bathroom floor and cause a short circuit, we had to prop it up with two stools each time.
The warm, orange light shone on me, making me feel cozy and comfortable.
To save on electricity, the children would take a bath together, competing to see who could finish first. But even after they finished, they were reluctant to leave and would linger in front of the heater to soak up the rare warmth.
At that time, little Zhang Mo never imagined that she would one day have the heater all to herself.
Zhang Mo smiled and asked, "Is the heater I had installed two years ago still working well?"
The two little girls skipped around excitedly: "It works well, but Dean Zhang is still worried about electricity. Last time I suddenly had the idea to use that heater to dry my hair, and he nagged me for a long time about it."
"Haha, serves you right." Zhang Mo sat on the edge of the bed, opened her suitcase, and took out several boxes of My Little Pony cards. "Here, one box each."
When she went to the store, the clerk explained that there were several series of these cards, but Zhang Mo didn't understand the differences and chose the most expensive one.
She expected to hear the little girl scream wildly, but instead, the two children looked at each other and hesitantly spoke—
"Sister Mo? Did you really make a lot of money?"
"So, is that enough to buy this place?"
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